Distress

When will I hear the sweet sound of Your flute?

For it seems that my spiritual ears are on mute!

O when will my ears hear Your calling

For I can even do the crawling,

For I don't mind the burdens,

The hurdles and material burns

For they are just temporary manifestation

Of Your causeless mercy

Of Your unlimited loving sensation

For my legs are broken

And I've to cross over this sea

To reach Your sweet lotus Feet!

I just need to reach Your sweet lotus Feet!

Oh this bird of my heart

That's been giving me life all along!

Has decided to fly around and halt in my throat!

There it seems to reside,

Trying to find a way out!

I don't know how to hold it in!

Without seeing Your moon-like face!

Oh I have to cross over this sea

As fast as I can!

But sadly I can't

With legs so broken!

Oh Lord of my heart,

What do I do?

This unfortunate servant is in distress.